She didn't know much
She ****** hated the long line
She just didn't know.
She was simply the First.
Wrapped in my tiny little heart.
Grabbed she her sorrow and left.
Its so sad I wasn't the best
At least she had my  bigger cut.
Now she left my heart indebt
Broke and wound.
She hated this queue,
Now am left soul dripping,
And solo abiding.
no goodbyes.
A memory lingers.
and the rings for our fingers.


Divorce and remorse.